Good Evening Beautiful

Hey, surprise surprise! Since my school schedule is really a nightmare and I'm guessing that from all the mixing and recording I will be doing I won't have much time for posts any time soon, I thought I'd make a tiny tiny one tonight while I'm still without homework and (almost) without stress. Basically what this post is supposed to be is an introduction to the poll you can see on the right of this page (I hope...:P). I've decided I want Wicked Breath's debut album to have a music video and single to promote it well, and this time it would be made entirely public unlike in the case of Xie Xie. The question is - which song to use? As brainstorming, filming, not to mention editing a music video is very time-consuming, the time for planning is right now. It's true that only about 2/3 of the songs that will be on the album have so far been started on (read: not all of them have even been entirely finished, especially concerning the drum parts) and only 6 of them have been confirmed for the record, but I can't stall this any longer for the sake of finishing in time with both, the album and its promotion material. Moreover, I think the best way to describe this process that has taken a year and a half so far and will continue to take more than another year of my life is to use a song that was not made just a few months before release as a last attempt or something.

So how's this going to work exactly? Well, I will be linking you to some MIDIs of the songs I've chosen for the poll, and you can also read the lyrics for the songs by scrolling this post down a little more. I am hoping to have as many votes as possible, so tell your friends! If you're a newcomer to this blog or my music, don't let it stop you. MIDIs (which you can open with Windows Media Player) are awful in quality but they should give you enough of an idea on how the songs will end up sounding with real instrumentation, and perhaps the lyrics you see will evoke such spirit in you that you just have to see it being sung in a music video. (That being said, I accept ideas for the music video itself in the comments - and remember, while some of these songs aren't necessarily all that accessible at first, there's a reason for every choice I've made for the poll and that reason is that they describe my sound.) ALL HELP AND SUPPORT WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. I cannot underline it enough that even if I make music for myself, I am eager to share it with the world and most importantly, hear what the world thinks of it.

(EDIT, SUNDAY 21ST: It has come to my attention that Sendspace is having limitations on free downloading, and so to make things a little easier you can now choose to download the MIDIs in one .zip package (click here) instead of having to download them all individually. For those who prefer trying their luck, the links from before are still up though.)

Option #1: The Black (Clickity Click Here)

At the dawn of the latest evening, there’s a queen holding the rights to breathe

Sirens hold their notes in the air, set the tone for a late attempt to bleach

drunk with power, while a little boy climbs down from his tree to applaud our backwardness

for this circus has been forced to go on so long, it has turned to the other side

And now black

Are you ready for the black? [X3]

Calling home, the messengers, now break down the hearts fold with pepper

(They say):

“Paper clips, the answer is war

Difference, silenced by scandals

When nature rebels, we rebel the poor

But after this call, we must hang from liability”

And now justice lives underground, first signs of flood break out

to the public, dressed clowns, anxiously proclaim how

we must not seek for crowns, not wealth and not ourselves

just grab our evil friends, run and hope to find new shelter

(But sages, they remain with bloodshot cameras and tapes)

The compensation of the gentleman with the looks to reflect the madness plan

as the choirs of laugh spin around the stem turning into severe mayhem

can’t get this snow globe out of my consciousness, unfocused, refugee of the divinity

The essence of wind makes her grief and smile in the same tiny breath

her light is captured in a slowly caving nest, surrounding it she sees his deadbeat chest

and the deepest of shades keeps on burning, setting on fire even the ashes and even the frames

no more pain left, for the hopeless, to rain the death’s final rain

Bloody lips kissing concrete, your deathblow is finally mine

Mental chaos, the man kills man and with escape they both fall to sand

There is no technology to replace love

and there is no haven for the unkind

A pessimists' dread scenario

in its coldness it should be notional

notice, the change

The best day for change is today

Option #2: Baptism of Fire

FLUSH MY HEART AWAY!

Crawling on the floor of a station restroom

(fall is it? Own me, push me and loathe me,

crooning, “I am me”, keeping the truth leashed,

staying untamed so tomorrow can drive me slow)

Lakes they’re turning into mountain vales

(Ruthlessly standing by what I trample,

aiming my vengeance at everyone else

when all the banishment should be laid like mud on me)

[Chorus]: Hunting demons down the lane of death

Narcissism is programmed into my brain

Wherever I call for a sincere smile to support

Melatonin attacks, flames charge right beneath my back

Carry judgment I must to be a part of the mass

(The truth, still fizzling under my lungs

filling, this nature covers it up with

threads do connect but are nowhere to be found at all)

Relying on myself and me only

(For I can’t take advice, I could as well be blind

seeing moonlight where sunrise is offering blood

donation, my soul lives in daily frustration)

AARGH

[Chorus]

I snap, the hoodies are gone off the faces

surround me like haze and fight for their places

In pieces, throwing the torch on the flame, suffocation

it’s freezing to be here

[Chorus2]: Hunting demons down the lane of death

Narcissism is programmed into my brain

Whenever I call for a sentimental support

Melatonin attacks, the machine boots beneath my back

Option #3: Polarity
Squinting through mist, listing my observations
while glitches lay open yet bury the lie, I
keep counting my steps while a shadow sweeps the floor
sweeps more patiently than bore taking over my norm
Recently standing has began to instigate
an ache somewhere deep down the wind of condemn
And trust in myself and my way of sincerity
has shrinken to dust, lust has turned me to rust
At the end I am empty and full when it's dawn
saturated from hunger I am growing from torment
Through pieces and madness I sense all at my sight
Through what's genuine fear approaching to realize

(Toxic inside...)
the vein, where the golden prey, withers from the power of the change
transforming into this new shell of irregular phase and
impulse stronger with hate, desperation
and ugliness uniting to play for the sake of the enemy
in the mirror with the weight of angst hanging from the blepharons ready to burst
to long, winded, hysterical show
without contentment, without an exit from the surveillance
shot at you and your reactions untypically unglued

Closing the blind that built a bridge for this effort
to abandon the forecast, shove the beginning burn
A shivering glimpse at the sweet little symbiont
'cause of the light that you carry I am shackled onto
is filled with smoke, with hate, with everything that is me
My shame is flooding to an unwrittable page
dribbling with pain, I PLEAD

Winters have come and certainly they have gone
the testament has now frozen in between rays of sun
but soon everything that was lost will be lost again
not likely to prolong my time, my life without cure for dying
in panic I empty what once was supposedly done
while the cure is more closer than where my eyes can meet
only shadowed by habit embedded in me

Until the scenery is intruded by a beckoning face
I endure in the pits of backlash and supposed fate
two-folded, while my mind won't let me renew
this polar state just won't bring me here

Option #4: Grain
Absurd, the abstract, has come
re-arranged my relucant compass
and blind caress of peaches and lime
without reality and purpose to die for
synthetized, my soul was sketched out of scars
doomed to cause more and rip them apart
now each cut deeper than the mist on the surface
only gathers itself, empowering me

But this also is oh so painful
seeing the imperfected perversion
where the water meets me
with the waves never as sheer

Weight on my throat suffocating origin of the flourished attic
and with my wrists tied together, the cadmium grain contemplates leaving its arx
that was washed out of weakness just before the orchid
came screaming back for sand to take on

I ERUPT truth
YOU ERUPT... ?
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Once you've made your decision, whatever it's based on (do take your time please), I obviously expect you to vote on it. The poll is once again shown on the right panel of this page (where I've also added some other cool new stuff lately, if you haven't noticed). Voting ends on the last day of this month, which is August 31st, 2011. Don't miss out on the results, either!

I will see you sooner or later, now peace. :)